Yang Feng opened his eyes blankly.

night.

The light of the torch.

A cold light slashed into the air.

"Damn!"

He screamed and turned sideways with great speed.

The blade slashed with chills against the tip of his nose. The inertia that could not be restrained made it directly chop down the ground, and cut out sparks on the paved stone slabs.

Yang Feng looked at the knife hand in shock.

It was a burly man wearing ancient cotton armor. His face was ferocious under the flames, and he was also looking at him in shock...

The next moment, the two of them woke up at the same time. The big man raised his sword and Yang Feng punched his left fist and punched his right fist.

Accompanied by the roar that sounded almost at the same time, the long sword hit the ground, and the fist was in the middle, and the huge body instantly flew backwards and fell to the crowd behind.

Yang Feng, who was confused about his strength, immediately faced a murderous slaughterhouse.

The killing of cold weapons.

The long knife cuts down the head, the spear pierces the body, and the sharp arrows breaking through the air into the chest...

In the dark square under the night, countless people were killing like this, not fighting, but killing, because one of them was unarmed. Although there was no difference in their appearance, the other party had armor and weapons. The person who was killed only had two fists, and the sword light flashed. Amid the shouting and roar, the dead body on the pillow was trampled, and the screaming wounded rolled in the dark color that should be blood...

"Who Tama told me what the hell is this?"

Yang Feng yelled like a collapse.

The next moment, an iron mace was smashed down with the sound of the wind.

"ah!"

Yang Feng roared and avoided the iron mace, instantly grabbed the hand holding the mace, and suddenly pulled the master of the hand in front of him, hitting his forehead hard on his forehead, snatched the iron mace, lifted his foot and kicked it forward, and the fainting opponent flew backwards. He roared like a hulk, and smashed the arm of a big man behind him who was slashing behind. The latter screamed, and the man who was originally being slashed snatched the knife and stabbed it into his chest without hesitation.

"Brothers, the king is going to kill us, let's fight out!"

The man yelled and drew his sword and turned around and swept across the spearman on the right.

The blade instantly flew across the spearman's throat, and was sprayed with blood from the cut artery. The spearman covered his throat in horror, but could not stop the rapid passing of life.

Yang Feng woke up instantly.

He was in a slaughterhouse, and wanted to live with the same killing.

Suddenly, he seemed to be possessed by a legendary general, and followed the man into the killing crowd. He swung the iron mace in his hand and smashed it wildly. Because there were too many people here, they were all stirred together, and the light of the torch was also bright and dark. He was dominated by adrenaline and didn't care about anything else. He stepped on the dead body under his feet, stepped on the flowing blood, crowded among the killing crowd. He smashed weapons when he saw them, smashed those who were wearing armor, and at most he controlled to try to smash them on his arms.

But if you read it wrong, you can only blame them for being unlucky.

The heavy blood around him seemed to awaken his tyrannical soul, and he roared like a furious beast on the killing slaughterhouse.

The iron mace in his hand kept smashing out blood.

He didn't even notice that more and more rescued people behind him had picked up their weapons and formed a small formation with him.

The spearmen were divided into two rows behind him, stabbing left and right respectively.

The knife hand was on his left and right and last, providing protection for him and the spearman, and even the knife hand picked up the shield to block the arrows of the sneak attack for him.

These people are obviously well-trained and cooperate closely with each other. Without weapons, they can only be killed by their opponents, but when they pick up their weapons, they immediately showed their combat effectiveness that overwhelms their opponents.

Especially with powerful generals like Yang Feng clearing the way in the front, all they need to do is to keep following forward and then rescue more companions, and these companions picked up weapons on the ground and quickly joined their formation. One such attack column could not accommodate the influx of survivors, and then the second attack column automatically formed, followed by the third. When the three attack columns were completed and the shape of the pin-shaped figure was forward, the original massacres around had already fled in panic in front of them...

It is obvious that these slaughterers are familiar with them.

What finally made Yang Feng wake up from his madness was the sudden sound of gunfire.

At the same time, there was an extra knife player in front of him, and the bullet penetrated the shield and hit the man's chest...

"Brother, don't stop!"

The man roared with blood gushing out of his body.

Yang Feng's eyes turned to the place where the gunshots rang out.

There, a general with heavy armor, sat upright on the horse, looking at him coldly through the killing crowd.

A soldier riding a horse next to the general was holding up a clamp with smoke, and someone on the ground handed him a new clamp.

"Spike!"

Yang Feng said without looking back.

The person behind him immediately handed a spear.

The soldier also picked up the melee gun and aimed at him on the horse's back.

Yang Feng roared, and the spear in his hand was immediately thrown out. Almost at the same time, gunfire sounded across the opposite side, and whistling bullets passed by his ears.

But he silently watched his spear fall.

The spear, which flew over a distance of 30 meters, instantly penetrated the soldier's chest with the reflection of flames. The soldier who was tilted back slightly changed direction. The spearhead that came out of his back pierced straight into the horse's back. The three-meter-long spear was only two meters long, pointing to the sky at the chest of the dead corpse...

The war horse stood up in a sarcasm.

The general's face changed and he immediately waved to the side.

The cavalry on both sides quickly moved forward, but he turned around in a hurry, while the cavalry used their bodies to protect him and left, while silently raising their bows and arrows to aim at Yang Feng.

"Follow me!"

Yang Feng yelled.

Ignoring the bow and arrow thirty meters away, he suddenly moved forward and crashed into the killing crowd again.

In the rain of falling arrows, he pulled a slaughter with both hands at the same time, raised it in front of them in a scream of horror, and then thrust his head hard, and then he raised it in front of him, roaring like a crazy bison and slamming forward. Nearly a hundred people gathered behind him were also shouting and charging forward, and even those who were bare hands and empty-handed and being slashed at their enemies like crazy, using fists, teeth, and even with their heads.

This madness spreads at an extremely fast pace throughout the killing slaughterhouse.

It seemed as if after the dam collapsed, the originally calm water surface instantly turned into a gust of pouring down, and instantly reversed the situation with violent anger...

All the massacres fled in a hurry.

If these slaughterers did not have armor and weapons, they had a clear gap with those who were slaughtered by them in terms of their qualities.

The latter is elite when he picks up his weapons.

The formation is tight, with a proper advancement and retreat, and can cooperate with each other and even protect their companions with death. If the equipment on the battlefield is intact, they will crush these people, but these can only slaughter unarmed people. Once they encounter a strong enemy, they will immediately reveal their true colors and even quickly collapse into sand. Yang Feng moved forward in the collapsed crowd. The arrows of the cavalry in front of him continued to fall, and they continued to accurately hit the dead bodies in front of him. The people behind him picked up spears and even javelins, and kept throwing them to the cavalry behind him.

"withdraw!"

A scream rang out between the cavalry.

The next moment, no sharp arrows fell.

Yang Feng suddenly threw away two dead bodies that had been tied into hedgehogs, and ahead of him were defeated cavalry, and the general among the cavalry, who were hiding into the streets in the night...

"Bang!"

Suddenly, gunfire sounded.

The general who was turning was falling down with a sarcastic horse under his crotch.

Yang Feng turned his head in shock. The man he rescued was the first to be holding a smoked mecha gun.

"Catch Wang Bao, those are his personal soldiers!"
Chapter completed!